On a whim

In 2005, during a heavy bout of depression brought on by a particularly stressful summer, I decided to establish a little business called The Othello Press. I had no grand pretensions: it would be a cottage-industry publisher, selling fine fiction and hand-knitted slippers. I had recently started a job that had turned out to be the very opposite of everything I had hoped for and found myself carrying around a constantly aching heart. And so it was that on a whim The Othello Press was born. How I wish my friends had challenged my sanity then.

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